Letras

Wooah A hot summer night, feel like a net I've gotta find my baby, baby yet. I need you to soothe my head Turn my blue heart to red. Doctor, doctor give me the news I've got a bad case to loving you No pills gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of loving you A pretty face don't make no pretty heart I learned that buddy from the start. You think I'm cute, a little bit shy Momma, I ain't that kind of guy. Doctor, doctor give me the news I've got a bad case of loving you No pills gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of loving you. Wooah I know you like it, you like it on top Tell me momma are you gonna stop You had me down, twenty-one to zip Smile of judas on your lip Shake my fist, knock on wood I've got it bad and I've got it good ... Doctor, doctor give me the news I've got a bad case of loving you No pills gonna cure my ill I've got a bad case of lovin' you...
Writer(s): John Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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